Chapter One Hundred And Fifty Three
The Arndale Mall disappeared behind the sheets of Manchester rain, but the cold terror inside my chest did not fade. The entire taxi ride back to our apartment was a blur of panic and shallow breaths. I kept my arms wrapped tightly around Chase, burying my face in his soft jacket, trembling so hard that my teeth literally chattered. Chase didn’t understand what was happening. He kept asking me why my hands were so cold and why we had to run away from the "big, scary man." I could only whisper broken lies, telling him that Mummy had suddenly felt very sick and needed to get home right away.
The moment the taxi pulled up to our building, I threw the fare at the driver, grabbed Chase, and sprinted up the stairs to our flat. I unlocked the door, pushed Cha
